|Okay, so, first off, I had a lovely birthday night guest bartending with Martha at The Abbey. I even made a fancy-schmancy, shittily-taped-together poster.|
It was a rockin' night. I clearly rocked, as evidenced by this Play D'oh sculpture:
Fast forward to yesterday. I am awoken at the crack of 9 by Eileen, the fantastic agent who sold us Clifford. Her squeeze is making a short film for Sundance and she asked if they could do some exterior scenes in front of the house. Camera tracks and all. Look for "The Amazing Mr. Hammer", coming to a film festival near you.
One of the 'props' was a baby potbellied pig named (I think) Marley.
which I got to hold. Pigs are stinky.
When not actually in a shot, they used this stand-in pig. Stunt pig?
They're coming back tomorrow morning for a few more hours of shooting.
I do love film. The Process of Making One, etc. Very invigorating, creatively.
I've been thinking about making another painting. Those damn things take a long time and give me a headache. But I like them. So. You know. No pain, no arty-farty gain.